Two weeks later

I walk into the music store and am excited to look around because the last time I had been here was the last time with Paul for petty reasons that don't deserve any time to be explained.

"Hey Joe, how're you?" I ask as I walk up to the back counter and rest my crossed arms on it.

"I'm swell. Where ya been dear, you weren't here last week?" Joe asks me fumbling with some cords.

"Stuff with family goin' on, nothing new." I say with a sigh and Joe knew what I meant because he's one of my dads friends from high school and we're fairly close and i've confided in him about a lot of stuff.

"I'm sorry to hear about that Jamie. So guess whose been asking about you?" he says with a grin while putting some twist ties around wrapped up cords for amps.

"Who?" I ask with a confused look on my face and I have no idea who it could be.

"Paul. He came in last week asking me about you." he says with a grin while still packaging cords.

"Really?!" I ask surprisedly with a big smile on my face.

"Mmmhmm. He was asking me your name, age, what you're like and loads of other things. He seems to show an interest in you and would like to play with you again." he says to my surprise.

"Woah that's amazing." I say and he nods and tells me has to go to the front and do something and so I wander around looking at books, some new things they got in and of that sort.

I had been looking around for 10 minutes maybe when somebody comes up to me and strikes up a conversation.

"Jamie, right?" a voice asks me and I turn to the person and see it to be Paul and a big smile erupts on my face.

"Yeah, it's nice to see you again." I say with a nervous smile as I see Paul standing beside me with his hands in his pockets.

"So how're you?" he asks me as we wander through the aisles looking at guitars.

"Um, I'm okay. How're you?" I answer being honest.

"I'm pretty good." he says and an awkward silence engulfs us for a minute as we continue to look at guitars.

"So how long do you plan on staying today? Because I was hoping we could maybe jam again and get a bit to eat, if that's alright with you." he says softly and I smile hearing his response.

Did Paul McCartney just ask me out on a date?

"As long as I want to I guess and sure I'd love to." I say back and I find a bass to play while he finds a guitar to play and we wander over to the stools by the amps and plug in and tune.

"Have you practiced much in the last two weeks or used those tips I suggested?" Paul asks me as we're both tuning up.

"Yeah, I try to practice every day and I have but some of em are tricky or I didn't really understand what you meant." I admit a bit embarrassed.

"Oh well I can just show you them again, not a problem. You been playing bass long love?" he asks me as he strums a few chords and I finish tuning.

"Okay thanks. Uh kind of." I say back and he nods.

He goes on to make another little tune up on the spot with a riff or two and not too many chords and of course it was impressive and I follow shortly and we again have a real fun time jamming. I never thought I'd have a second chance to jam with him, I honestly thought it was some once in a lifetime thing but i was glad that it seemed to be reoccurring. I hope it'd happen more in the future.